Getting muddy in Glastonbury

Place name of the day: yesterday we passed by the magnificent mouthful that is Nempnet Thrubwell. Try saying that with a gobstopper in your mouth. It's even better if said in a West Country accent, as is its neighbour Ubly (Jubly). If anyone has any commentworth placenames post them up. Calls cost £1 per minute from a BT landline.

Day 12 dawns and we are ready to leave Evercreech heading for Tiverton.
First back to the room to give ourselves a blood transfusion to top up the white blood cells. Curses to the Tour De France team for publicising our little secret. We're banking on there not being a random testing team here in Somerset.
I'm looking forward to passing Glastonbury Tor. You can see it from up here in the hills bulging up out of the plains like a tube prolapsing through a torn tyre (I'm going to have to stop thinking bike malfunctions). It's quite majestic and our ancestors must have been quite in awe of it.
It's been raining overnight but doesn't look to bad, just mizzling. Think we'll have a headwind though.